Hero

#Hamelia is their ship name yas

MATURE CONTENT

I didn't have a clue what time it was, or where I was. My muscles were aching and my face felt uncomfortably sticky as I lifted my head from wherever it seemed to be buried, my sight was met with Harry who seemed to be dozing off with me curled into his side. I had no idea what what was going or how we'd possibly ended up here. I shifted on the spot, sitting up slightly as I rubbed my puffy eyes and yawned tiredly.
My shuffling seemed to have woken Harry as his eyes sprung open to land on me.

"Morning, baby." My heart fluttered. But then stopped.

"Morning!" I shrieked sitting up in alarm. "I slept all that time. . an-and you didn't think to wake me?!" I sputtered glaring at Harry slightly as I peered through the window to see the bright light outside just in case he wasn't telling the truth, however to my dismay; he was. He rolled his eyes casually, not at all seeming perturbed by my extended slumber.

"Oh, pipe down, woman. You exhausted yourself out, you needed it." He said as he tugged me back to lying on his chest as I rolled my eyes at his oh-so casual manner but also flushed from head to toe at the memory of me sobbing (quite embarrassingly and loudly) into his neck whilst he held me tight until I suppose I cried myself out and promptly fell asleep. Fantastic.

"Uh. . Yeah, about that. . sorry, for you know, laying it all on you. That wasn't my intention," I murmured with red ears as I closed my eyes and buried my face into his firm chest not wanting to make any sort of eye contact whatsoever. I heard a light scoff as Harry began to nudge my head upwards to (of course) make eye contact. I peeked up at him through my lashes as he frowned deeply at me. His jaw clenched. Uh-oh.

"Amelia, don't fucking apologise," He spat the word out as if it tasted bad in his mouth, "You have no bloody reason to say sorry, so don't." He said firmly, with a tone of finality in his voice that wasn't to be argued with. I just blushed slightly at his sweet words which weren't really said in a sweet way, but whatever it's the thought that counts. Plus, I don't really expect Harry to shower me with sweet words anyway. Not that I mind, I like him how he is.

"Thanks Harry, I've. .never told anyone that, or how it made me feel." I said with red cheeks and a gentle smile. It was true, I had never any true friends to care enough to listen, or who I trusted enough to tell, Charlotte was fifty-percent of the problem itself, and well Jake. . he got along with my parents so well I didn't really want to mess that up. Although obviously I'm more than glad I never told him, considering he turned out to be a complete hufflepuff.

Or asshole.

Whatever works.

Harry didn't say anything although he seemed pretty pleased as he adjusted us so I was lying more on top of him rather than beside him, not that I was complaining I mean. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and began to gently run his hand through my hair as my eyes drooped from the pleasurable feeling and the calm atmosphere which I didn't want to move from.
So I didn't.

We lay like that for who knows how long, in comfortable silence in the warm covers, curled up together, I felt so serene and at peace, especially after telling someone about everything back home. I felt so much lighter to have shared the burden, like I could breathe a little better, like the sun was shinning a little brighter. I felt remarkably happy considering I'd re-opened my battle wounds, I actually felt very happy.

What eventually disturbed the silence was the loud ding of Harry's phone which indicated a text, I heard him mutter a string of profanities under his breath which made me giggle quietly as he reached over and grabbed his phone. After a few seconds of silent reading he blew out a breath and placed the phone back down again.

"Sweetheart, how are you feeling?" Harry asked, concern lining his voice as he tapped my head lightly to get me to face him. Adjusting myself so I could peer into his clear green eyes I smiled bashfully.

"Good, no, great actually." I said as I yawned and stretched like a kitten waking up before I settled again. "Why?"

"In that case. Get up and get dressed, preferably something sporty." He said with a completely serious face. I sat up a little more as I frowned at his words.

"Actually, now that I think about it, I'm feeling morbidly depressed and severely unstable, so sorry but I can't."

He gave me a blank deadpan stare.

I sighed heavily really not wanting to move and certainly not wanting to move in order to do anything sporty. Nope. Not today, not ever.

"Why?" I almost whined as I stared at him with round eyes pleading for him not to make me move.

"Me and Zayn are holding Self-Defence classes mainly for females and I want you to learn something as well. Of course, hopefully you'll never need it, but it's a precaution we have to take, Amelia." He said sternly with a raised brow clearly not going to take no for an answer. I huffed under my breath because his reason was valid and it made sense, and could possibly be very helpful living in the environment I do, but my laziness was a major issue (and has been my entire life).

"Morbidly depressed. . -" I tried.

"Amelia. Up, now." Harry stated firmly glaring at me, daring me to oppose, of course I couldn't so I grumbled under my breath and slowly began removing myself from the most comfortable morning ever and heading to the bathroom.

-

I stood in front of my closet (well mine and Harry's shared closet) as I stared blankly at it wondering what on earth sporty wear I could wear, whilst Harry sat unperturbed and fully dressed may I add with sport shorts and a grey tee, his hair pulled into a man ban-- which let me tell you made his features even more defined and was most definitely not good for my heart, or mind as my subconscious stood there with a drooling mouth.

"Harry I don't even have sports wear, I mean does this look like it exercises?" I motioned to my body as I peeped at myself in the full body mirror on the back of the closet door. I mean, okay I wasn't too bad. My stomach was a little pudgy, most definitely not flat, only when I lay on my back was it flat. My hips also had a little pudge that I could do without, and my thighs were basically touching, and my collarbones could faintly be seen but let's be honest they weren't as prominent as basically all girls want them to be. My boobs (in my opinion) were a little small honestly.

I heard Harry let out a low chuckle as he stood to his full height and came over. He smirked at me in the mirror, eyes alert with amusement and something else.

"Baby, don't get me started, if I was to say any of what I'm thinking about that cute, little body of yours, I'm sure your innocent little ears would fall right off. So, stop making excuses and get dressed. I'm being serious now Amelia, don't test my patience." Harry growled the last part, in annoyance, the amusement slowly fading as I took too long (as always). I sighed heavily pulling out a grey T-shirt that matched Harry's, the only difference being it had printed daisies on it, as my cheeks flushed red at what Harry had said.

He called my body cute, and also hinted that he thinks. . certain things about me.

Take that Gigi.

My ears felt hot as I buried my face in the closet hoping he wouldn't catch my fiery cheeks but by the snigger that left his lips as he headed out it was clear he already had. Damn the cocky hufflepuff, he knew exactly what effect he had on me.

I also picked out some yoga pants. . or whatever and some old white sneakers which were rounded at the front and made my feet look smaller than they were. . which is always a positive right. Well, my foot was only a size five anyway, but.

I quickly changed taking advantage of Harry's absence and then tried to work out what to do with my hair. Putting it up would be the obvious answer, however I wasn't a fan of buns so I plaited a chunk of hair and then pulled all of my hair up into a high ponytail making the braid go from the side of my forehead into the ponytail. I pulled a few strands here and there until I was happy and then headed out.

I met Perrie in the hallway who was wearing an outfit similar to mine, however her shirt only came up to just above her belly button and her trainers looked like expensive Nike trainers.

"Morning," she sing-sung as she looped her arm through mine easily.

"Morning, Perrie. You're not learning self defence as well are you? I imagine you hardly need to," I laughed with confusion. She grinned letting out a small laugh.

"Oh, no, I'm not going to learn anything. I'm going to teach." She replied with a smirk, blue eyes wide with mischief.

"You're teaching the self defence?" I frowned in confusion making her nudge me playfully.

"Oh no, my little Amelia. I'm going to teach those bloodthirsty girls to keep their paws off Zayn." She replied casually humming a tune under her breath. I giggled.

"Oh relax Perrie, you're his freaking soulmate. I hardly think you need to ward anyone off,"

She scoffed. "Let me tell you, about seventy-seven percent of those girls are here to try and catch Harry and Zayns attention rather than learn anything." I frowned at the thought of half naked sweaty girls trying to catch Harry's attention.

"You're beginning to sound like a psycho girlfriend, I mean bloodthirsty, that's a little dramatic," I said with a nudge as we entered the the built in gym, my mouth parting at the clusters of about thirty girls chatting looking all too excited for exercise.

"See; bloodthirsty." I rolled my eyes at Perrie and detached my arm from her as I spotted Harry talking to Zayn with a angry frown on his face, his jaw tense as they spoke furiously. I headed over, careful to avoid the large groups of girls.

"Harry," I called as I neared the two wanting to alert of him my presence incase him and Zayn are talking about something private and so I don't just sneak up on them. I watched Zayn roll his eyes at Harry before Harry turned around to acknowledge my presence.

"Is everything okay?" I asked timidly as I peered up at him. I watched his jaw clench and unclench making a muscle jump as he nodded curtly.

"Are you ready?" He asked ticking his head towards the girls that Zayn was now shouting instructions too. I blew out a breath, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"Nope, still morbidly depressed. Do be sure to keep my antidepressants on hand." I quipped, with a small grin. I watched as Harry rolled his eyes in irritation but couldn't control the slight twitch in his lips. I leaned up on my tippy-toes and quickly pressed a fleeting kiss to his cheek before I scurried off with blushing cheeks towards the girls who were now stood in rows, Perrie catching my eye at the middle row as she frantically waved at me and pointed manically to the spot beside her making me huff out a laugh as I quickly jogged to get beside her and stop her from embarrassing herself further.

"You know, your obsession with me is becoming embarrassing." I teased light heartedly. She grinned.

"I know, I haven't been taking my pills recently, it's getting out of control." She joked back making me laugh as we both ignored whatever Zayn and Harry were doing at the front.

"Will you freaks shut the fuck up?" A voice hissed from behind us making us turn around in surprise to come face to face with a pretty ginger haired girl with sharp features. My cheeks heated as I cast my gaze to the floor in slight embarrassment however Perrie clearly wasn't feeling what I was feeling. At all.

She laughed--no, she cackled, she laughed until the girl backed up looking weirded out and slightly scared as she muttered something about freaky psycho and swapped places with the girl behind her.

I pulled Perrie to turn back around as I tried to suppress my own laughter.

"That wasn't funny."

"Yes, I think you'll find it was." She said smugly as she immediately stopped laughing and stopped acting like psycho case. I shook my head rolling my eyes just as Zayn began speaking.

"So, today all you're going to be learning is how to defend yourself and a basic disarm which if in a sticky situation could save your life. Obviously we will gradually move on, but for today I don't want to see anyone engaging in reciprocal fighting. Okay? Okay. So me and Harry will demonstrate and then you'll pair up and practice whilst me and Harry come around and help those who need it." Zayn spoke confidently as his voice echoed across the gym which was empty of any equipment apart from the sport mats which were laid across the entire floor feeling cushiony under my feet. The girls (which most were wearing sports bras and spandex shorts) were paying the utmost attention and not taking their eyes off Zayn. For actual beneficial reasons or just pleasure I didn't know. I'm guessing some the latter.

"Right. So, the first move we're going to show you is called a block." Zayn commented whilst Harry strapped on some boxing gloves. Zayn raised his forearms so they were parallel to each other and hovered them half in front of his face and half in front of his middle.

"Like this. So when the attacker goes to strike you can deflect the hit and protect the sensitive parts because a hit to the arm isn't going to be as damaging as a hit to the face or throat." Harry then demonstrated a by drawing his fist back for a punch and right before contact Zayn drew his forearms in the block position and let Harry's lazy punch bounce off him.

"But, don't raise your arms too high or you risk exposing your middle," Harry added, his deep husky voice echoing across the hall and making my heart stutter, before he deftly landed a punch to Zayn's middle making him curse whilst the girls giggled.

I smiled lightly.

"Okay now for the disarm. Something quick which will stun your attacker and give you a ample opportunity to run." Zayn spoke facing the group of girls.

Harry took off his gloves and began pacing around Zayn.

"Use the heel of your hand as that's the firmest part and jut it upwards like this," he spoke as he raised his hand slowly and with the heel of his hand knocked Zayn's nose, albeit not hard enough to actually hurt him, "With as much force as you can muster, this will either break their nose or just cause a lot of pain. But it will serve as a great distraction."

"Right, all of you spread out and pair up I want you to practice the blocking and the aim of your disarm-- and only the aim. I don't want to see any bloody noses. The boxing gloves are there if you want them." Harry spoke before everyone shuffled off to find pairs, obviously me and Perrie paired up as we found a spot towards the back of the gym.

I watched as a tall black haired girl sauntered over to Harry twisting her hair around her finger as she motioned to the group and shrugged her shoulders. I narrowed my eyes and looked around noticing she didn't have a partner.

Ah. I see.

I watched Harry scan the crowd as well before he blew out a breath and a sense of irritation washed over me, ever so faint but there. I seriously needed to ask Harry what was going on because I could feel flashes of his emotions occasionally. He then led the girl to an empty spot and started strapping on gloves looking quite pissed. I huffed under my breath as Perrie strapped the boxing gloves on.

"Right, you ready?" I nodded my head waiting for her to strike and when she got into position and did, I quickly raised my forearms to block the hit like we had been taught. The contact stung a little but it was okay. We carried on back and forth and also learned the disarm although I'm pretty sure Perrie was doing this mostly for my benefit than her own considering she was a Hero and didn't need this. However it was fun, bantering around with Perrie as we trained, our giggles never residing.

Harry and Zayn were wandering around now adjusting some of the girls positions and giving them tips. I watched as Harry stood behind a girl and brought his muscular arms around her to adjust the height of her arms.

"You ready?" I heard Perrie ask but I was too distracted and only mumbled a yes.

The girl looked awfully pleased with herself as she winked at her partner making me roll my eyes. I decided to stop staring and was about to turn around when all of a sudden I was overcome by the force of a boxing glove hitting me in the chest. My breath left me as I stumbled backwards and fell ungracefully and slightly painfully on my rear. My yelp echoing around however not too many paid attention to which I was thankful for.

I groaned as I sat up as Perrie rushed over but before she could get any words out Harry was already there, tilting my head left and right inspecting me with an angry frown on his face and his jaw taut.

"What the fuck was that?" He hissed furiously at Perrie as he helped me back to me feet, she looked immensely guilty with red cheeks opposite me as she frowned.

"I am so sorry, I swear-"

"You of all people should know better, what the hell did you think you were doing?"Harry spat, but never gave her a chance to actually respond before he turned away from her and stood in front of me blocking my view of her as he grasped my arms with his large hands.

"Do you want to sit out?" He asked, concern evident in his angry face making me smile as I reached up to smooth out the frown lines in his brow.

"Relax Harry," I said with a little cough, "I'm perfectly fine, that didn't hurt as much as it shocked me. It was my fault anyway. I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry." I said gently. He didn't say anything but just analysed me until he realised that I was in fact telling the truth. He nodded sternly.

"Be careful." He said in a hard voice throwing a glare over his shoulder at Perrie before he left.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to actually hit that hard!" Perrie immediately gushed as soon as she was revealed from behind Harry. I waved her concern off.

"Don't worry, you're fine. It didn't even hurt, it was just a surprise. I was distracted, that's all." I said truthfully watching as she rolled her clear blue eyes.

"Yeah, distracted by burning holes through blondie over there." She scoffed. I shoved her lightly.

"Bloodthirsty, remember?"

She rolled her eyes letting out a laugh.

"No, but for real, did you see the way Harry rushed over here? And the way he was glaring at me; it was like I'd run you over with a Eddie Stobart Lorry!" She exclaimed. I giggled and looked down trying to hide my flushed cheeks at Harry's obvious concern. It left a warm feeling in my tummy and my cheeks.

"Oh stop being so dramatic," I said with a secretive smile. She only rolled her eyes murmuring something under her breath which sounded strangely like;

"Hamelia is rising."

*

After we finished learning Self-Defence which wasn't nearly as bad as I thought- not yet anyway, I took a shower and then we all had breakfast together consisting of sweet waffles and maple syrup, apart from Harry who had a slice of toast instead claiming he wasn't too fond of sweet things.

Figures.

Harry, Zayn and some others had gotten some information about Tomlinson off Gigi and her team that had gone out there through a five minute call and they had been busily sorting through that and making leads and trying to work out what was going on.

Then we all had a light lunch of pasta and spent the rest of the day lazing about-- okay well I spent the rest of the day lazing about. No one else did, I watched a movie, ate too much popcorn and chocolate, and now it was about evening time as I had seen Harry heading upstairs so being bored out of my mind I decided to follow him and see if he could be of any entertainment.

I was seriously getting bored of just sitting around each day and doing nothing whilst everyone else worked hard to ensure the safety of the civilians. I felt completely useless. I needed something productive to occupy my time like a job maybe. . .

Pfft. Like Harry would let me.

Seeing Harry turn the corner I quickly sped up so I could reach him.

"Harry!" I called watching as he slowed down and turned around to face me, his expression nor happy nor unhappy. God, what an emotionless cucumber.

"Hi!" I chirruped slightly out of breath as I caught up to him walking beside him as we headed towards the bedroom. "What are you up to?" He gave me an unamused look.

"Walking."

I rolled my eyes, allowing us to walk in silence until it became slightly unbearable. Feeling in a playful mood I decided to try and make him laugh.

"Hey Harry, your hand looks heavy, can I hold it for you?" I asked breaking the silence as I reached over and intertwined our hands trying not to laugh at my pickup line which I mostly threw out there to try and amuse Harry. He rolled his eyes with a slight smirk as he shook his head making me snigger.

"Wanna hear a joke? Okay, so last night I had a dream that I ate a giant marshmallow, when I woke up the pillow was gone." I stated in a proud tone rolling my lips inwards to try and control the laughter bubbling up. I watched Harry awaiting impatiently for a sign of amusement, and I grinned widely when his dimples made and appearance and a small chuckle slipped past his lips as he gave my hand a fond squeeze.

My laughter then broke through and bounced off the corridor we walked along as I for some reason found it hilarious.

"Oh man, that gets me every time," I wheezed as we went up some stairs that led to the bedroom. A few minutes of silence passed before I was off again, this time rambling about pointless things to fill the silence.

"You know, when I was little I used to think a traffic jam meant that the roads would get covered in jam and the cars would get stuck hence why it always delayed people," I said with a giggle. It was true, I always believed that up until I travelled on the off occasion with my parents and they mentioned we were stuck in a traffic jam when we stopped and then it dawned on me that there was no actual jam to be seen. I heard Harry mutter something incomprehensible under his breath as he opened the bedroom door for me.
Turning around to shut it I carried on my rambling.

"And, you know I also used to think that-"

I was abruptly cut off as my body was forced into the door with a yelp of surprise, Harry's hand darting up to cup the back of my head before it could knock into the door before his lips were on my own, swallowing my words and effectively shutting me up. My eyes were wide with shock at the abruptness before I slowly relaxed, my eyes fluttering closed as I rested my hands on his broad chest, the intense feeling making my insides quiver as I felt the fibres of our beings intwine. My heart was hammering against my ribcage as a small whimper escaped my mouth as Harry deepened the kiss, his hand cupping the back of my neck to hold it in place as he kissed me with dominance.

His hand travelled to the back of my thighs and before I knew it, he had hoisted me up, my legs winding around his waist as he pushed me into the door further, my new improved height allowing our kiss to run smoother as my hands tangled themselves into his lengthy hair. I gave a sharp tug which allowed a guttural groan to leave his mouth before we parted. Both of our chests rising and falling rapidly as I stared at the beautiful man in front of me with his lips slightly swollen and tinted red, eyes alight with desire and jaw strong and sharp. He really was a sight for sore eyes.

He leaned forward and kissed me slowly this time, the kiss was delicate and filled with feelings words could not describe. It was not fuelled with desire but a genuine likeness, it was tender something so unlike Harry yet the softest I had received.

And then he was kissing me again, this time with more force, my mind was running with thoughts and his kisses were rain on humid days, rain, rain, rain, suffocating beautiful.

I gasped as I suddenly felt myself being laid down on the soft bed, my heart hammering as anticipation built knots in my stomach, my cheeks aflame with Harry's undivided attention. Our lips parted but before I could get my bearings back he was kissing along my jawline and down my neck, sucking on the skin gently, not enough to bruise but just enough to make the skin tingle. I squirmed underneath his muscular body as heat shot down. . Well down.

He groaned as he kissed along my collarbones, his hand reaching up to cup one of my breasts.
"Suck a good fucking handful." He said whilst he gave it a harsh squeeze making me let out a choked whimper as I arched my back slightly. My heart was racing and the room was becoming incredibly hot as I felt heat radiating off me, my skin tingling with anticipation, nerves and excitement.

My infatuation with Harry ran deep, very deep, it was obvious as every touch set me alight and made me want more, I had never been so attracted to someone before in my life. He had made himself a special place within my heart and I had no idea how, he had barged his way in, although reluctant to self-expression and now I was in too deep, there was no going back and I realised that as soon as I realised that right now, I completely trusted Harry. I would, with closed eyes do whatever he wanted, let him do whatever he wanted because I trusted him not to push my boundaries, I trusted him to take care of me like he has been.

He meant upwards and gave a gentle tug at my top indicating he wanted to remove it. I gasped lightly my hand shooting down to grip his wrist in place while my stomach turned over and over and the proposition, my heart hammering.

"Baby, it's alright." Harry soothed, his deep voice comforting me enough to give him a shy nod before I squeezed my eyes closed, my ears on fire as I felt him raise it over my stomach, up and over my bra and then over my arms leaving me bare. I shivered from the cool air, my stomach clenching.

I felt Harry press a kiss just above my belly button, then to the swell of my breast and then my throat before he left a gentle peck to my lips.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me right now, Amelia." Harry growled huskily as he tightened his jaw, his eyes dark green.  I blinked shyly at him tilting my head away to avoid his gaze as he chuckled muttering something under his breath.

"Adorable."

His hands trailed down my stomach to my jeans where he slowly began to unbutton them, gaze resting on me with concern to make sure I was okay with whatever we were doing. I didn't know how I was, but I was. I felt comfortable with Harry. I trusted him and I felt comfortable enough with him to remove my clothes-- something I never thought I would ever do with the angry man above me.

He tugged my jeans until they were off and smirked at my pale pink knickers that had a sweet little bow on the top of them. I blushed hard with embarrassment and swatted his arm making him chuckle deeply as he leant down to press a heavy kiss to my lips which ended up failing as I began giggling making him roll his eyes in irritation.

Although my giggling stopped when I felt his hand brush against my centre, my whole body tensing immediately as memories of last time flooded my mind. Harry's fingers gently began rubbing circles where I needed him most, a heat spreading from my centre through my stomach and to my toes making them curl in pleasure. My back arched as a breathy moan escaped my lips.

Harry kept that torturous pace which made me squirm beneath him until he gently shifted my panties to the side and slipped his fingers beneath. I shivered at the contact as his long fingers adorned with cool rings brushed against my heated core. His thumb pressing teasingly onto the top of my centre. I arched my back as a low cry escaped my lips.

He continued rubbing circles, this time faster making my eyes flutter shut in pleasure as it coursed through my body, although they shot open as I felt his finger slide into my folds, edging near my entrance. I stilled remembering how I had stopped him here last time.

"Sweetheart, relax. I've got you." Harry assured me as he peered into my wide eyes. I gulped holding my hand out for him and he gave me a small grin as he wound our fingers together leaning forward to press a protective kiss to my temple.

He rubbed me a few more times to relax me before I felt the slightly uncomfortable feeling of his finger edging into my entrance, although it wasn't as bad as I had imagined it. Due to my er, natural lubrication as one would say, it seemed easier for Harry's finger to slide in and before I knew it, his finger was all the way in up to the knuckle. He then began to slowly withdraw it making me gasp loudly at the new sensation as my grip tightened on his large hand.

He then slid it back in letting out a few curses under his breath, his bicep muscles straining.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He grunted squeezing his eyes shut looking as if he was imagining something making my eyes widen and a blush to spread across my chest and cheeks.

Soon, there was no uncomfortableness at all and I was getting lost in the pleasure that was coming from just one finger as Harry slid it in and out, gradually getting faster, however never letting go of my hand.

The feelings soon became unbearable as Harry curled his finger a little making a loud moan of his name tumble from my mouth--unable to stop it which left me with flushed cheeks but my stomach clenched so tight I knew I was about to fall over the edge as my other hand shot out to grip his hand, a cry escaping my lips as my hips bucked up off the soft bed, my whole body tensing up and then slowly relaxing as waves of red hot pleasure washed over me from my core making my head fall back and my toes curl. I gasped for air as my thighs quivered, my eyes forced shut as the continuous pleasure washed over me, my body feeling like it was floating before I slowly came back to earth.

My body unwound itself as my muscles relaxed, my heart rate sky high as I panted heavily, but I flinched as Harry rubbed my clit gently, the oversensitivity making it almost painful.

"No," I panted squirming as Harry quickly retracted his hand realising that it wasn't pleasurable anymore-- well not to the point I could handle anyway.

"Shh, doll. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Harry rushed as he gently pulled my knickers back into place,  before he hovered over me, eyes apologetic and concerned as he brushed his lips over my forehead making them flutter shut as a wave of exhaustion drowned me.

He unwound the covers, gently tucking me into his chest as I whimpered softly at the movement, albeit gripping onto his shirt which strained across the expanse of his chest.

He pulled the blanket over me, the soft material against my exposed skin feeling nice as I cooled down from my mad experience.
His large hand rubbed my back making me even more sleepy as I closed my eyes.

"You did so well, baby. Have a nap, yeah, I'll be right here." I nodded my head with a shy smile as I burrowed my head into his firm chest, his much large body encasing my own, andbutso making me fall asleep.

I felt his grip tighten and I swear I had never felt so safe or wanted before in my life.

Note: hi please excuse the wait! My internet was/is broken it'll be fixed on the 2nd of September which is killing me slowly no joke, hopefully this made up for it, It's nearly 6K WORDS! deffo longest chapter ever !!

Revel in the happy times bc they won't last. X